An Empty Canvas

Sitting alone in a Darkened Corner,
I gazed @ an Empty Canvas that spilled;
Intuition from my Heart
I wanted to fill the colors of my Life,
but couldn't explain the Path.
Commanded to Solution,
After contemplating a span of my Past,
I experienced the damned Life;
and came to know the Reality -
There is nothing more than just
Blank as an Empty Canvas...

Suddenly I grew up with a thought about
The Existence that this Canvas had and that
A person can sketch anything on it -
never thinking about what that Canvas Wants.
Does it want to contemplate as they Want?
No, nobody Cares for that;
The only thing they Care about,
is their Own Fake Emotions.

I started feeling downhearted
for the poor Empty Canvas -
as poor as me.
Just with distinction that;
Poor Canvas can't verbalize which I can do,
but remain incapable to vocalize Emotions...

And so with Empty Determination,
My Life stays as Blank
as this Empty Canvas.

---KHUSHI

THOUGHTs..

Why I born in this world? What is the value of my life? Why should I do things like this? Am I really made for this would?

These are the questions which torment the common man throughout the life. One always tries to solve the puzzle of ones life.

Let’s start with the born. From the first day of one’s life on earth, he feels like incarcerate in terms of thoughts, action & behavior. Like one is depended on other for all its work. In childhood always people around told for do’s & don’t, in which his personal wing & ambitions dies. But in all difficulties living is our destination, so man continues living.

After some years, the man has his own evolution and wants to be the coxswain but knowingly or unknowingly. He is the player of someone else team and working under superiors and only dreams left within. In rate of being coxswain, he tries to do things bohemian due to which the mind of person turns to inexorable with some more disaster in his life. The man completes his study and when the job opportunity comes, he dissatisfied with job & future growth in his own nation so he tries to be expatriate. Once he gets the success in this life & enough wealth, he will repatriate, to admire pulchritude and after all settled with a happy marriage life. So after marriage, he introduces the new coxswain of his life to achieve new goals and fulfill his marriage life.

So now some history repeats itself. Now after some times he feels like incarcerate by his wife. Now due repeated failure in his own action, of being bohemian, leads to become ritualistic & kills his gumption.

So with the ends still the puzzle unsolved as during the way of solution, he lost in his way, by worlds persecution and own temptation.

So the mystery remains unsolved and at the end of his life still he thinks the questions he asked.

thinkO

शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़ के करना क्या है? जब यही जीना है दोस्तों तो फ़िर मरना क्या है? पहली बारिश में ट्रेन लेट होने की फ़िक्र है भूल गये भीगते हुए टहलना क्या है? सीरियल्स् के किर्दारों का सारा हाल है मालूम पर माँ का हाल पूछ्ने की फ़ुर्सत कहाँ है? अब रेत पे नंगे पाँव टहलते क्यूं नहीं? 108 हैं चैनल् फ़िर दिल बहलते क्यूं नहीं? इन्टरनैट से दुनिया के तो टच में हैं, लेकिन पडोस में कौन रहता है जानते तक नहीं. मोबाइल, लैन्डलाइन सब की भरमार है, लेकिन जिग्ररी दोस्त तक पहुँचे ऐसे तार कहाँ हैं? कब डूबते हुए सुरज को देखा त, याद है? कब जाना था शाम का गुज़रना क्या है? तो दोस्तों शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़् के करना क्या है जब् यही जीना है तो फ़िर मरना क्या हैं???